In today's b-log entry, Cap'n Mav reminded me about our search for booty and what may be in the Treasure Chest I discovered in our living room. OK... that Stormy discovered in our living room. I was trying to figure out how to bust into it; we aren't allowed to chew on it - so I was stumped! Then Ender had a great idea about trying to dig out way in through the floor! COOL! I gave it a try ...then was reminded that we aren't allowed to dig in the living room, either.
Here I am, doing a test run in the dining room. Mom expressed some displeasure.
Being the top student that I am at the Stormy Zoluschka Kryschtal School of Siberian Studies, I did a cute, innocent pose as quickly as I could to diffuse the situation.
I wasn't doing anything... honest!
So... then I remembered Maverick, harr.... excuse me, Cap'n Maverick, saying that water and a beach are involved... and we don't have either of those in the living room. He told me that the banks of Little Kitten Creek might be just the beach we were looking for - and that further investigation was in order! I decided to check it out!
Hmmm.... there's the creek... there are the banks... but I sure don't see any booty! No Treasure Chests or ANYTHING! We spotted a squirrel up on the telephone wire and Ammy said that was better than a Treasure Chest, so went off to try to chase it instead.
Harr... so I'm doing my best, Cap'n Maverick! And I'll be SURE to keep my eyes peeled for the booty you posted about today. I think if that was in the Treasure Chest in the living room, I'd be able to smell it!
Harrrr...... and play bows,
Zim the Pirate